(1) It's not my fault. In my memory, one thing is still vivid. I am not only here, but also very responsible (according to their adult inference). But I still want to say-this is not my fault. It was a summer afternoon and it was very hot. I ran to the store opened by my third aunt to play. Just a little girl came to play. She is about five or six years old. She wore a ponytail and a white princess dress. She is as pure and lovely as Snow White. So I went to play in the back open space with her. We played house first, and the little girl decided to jump into the well. She had a good time. Seeing her cheerful appearance, I joined her and began to dance with her. Once, twice, three times ... When the little girl jumped, the plastic manhole cover broke with a bang. It turns out that it can't stand our repeated trampling. At the moment of falling into the well, the little girl didn't hold the stone by the well and fell. I was stunned at that time. I didn't expect disaster to suddenly befall the little girl. It took me a few seconds to react, and then shouted for help! Help! Come on, someone has fallen into the water! "Hearing this sound, an uncle ran out and jumped down from the well. Third aunt quickly took a rope and threw it down. After three or four minutes, when we were desperate, the rope moved. We quickly pulled the rope and pulled it up desperately, with great difficulty to pull the little girl out of the well. I saw the little girl's lips were white, her face was purple and she was wet all over. It's really scary So we immediately sent her to the hospital. After the doctor's efforts, the little girl was finally out of danger. Because we were playing together at that time, someone put the blame on me and gave me a lecture.

(2) Since childhood, I have experienced countless things. There are many things that have been lingering with the passage of time. But that grievance made me unforgettable for a long time. It was two years ago, the school was going to hold a sports meeting, and the students were very happy. The teacher gave me an arduous task-organizing cheerleading. Every sports meeting, students always compete for this position. This time, the teacher actually asked me to be the teacher, which caused some students' jealousy. I made a good plan to arrange personnel from class to class. Fortunately, everyone obeyed my orders, and my heart was filled with joy. I will succeed this time. After school that day, I walked home alone, facing the cool breeze, and I saw the scene of the sports meeting: cheerleaders shouted neat slogans and cheered for the athletes. Athletes are more handy and motivated. The wonderful performance of the cheerleaders and the excellent performance of the athletes attracted the praise of the teachers and the admiration of the students-the sports meeting finally arrived, and of course I went ahead as planned. But who knows, they didn't wear neat school uniforms according to my regulations, and they didn't have the passion to shout. The whole class is in a mess. What's going on here? What the hell is going on here? I have been training for several days, so it should be no problem! I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. I directed again, but they ignored me and continued to shout that messy slogan. They deliberately opposed me. I really can't think of any new ideas to deal with it, and I almost didn't cry. After school, the teacher called me into the office and asked me what was going on with a straight face. I didn't answer, but I really didn't know how to answer. I just kept crying. The teacher accused me: "I thought it was the right choice to give you this task? But you really let me down? " "I-"I was about to explain, but I was interrupted by the teacher. "You don't have to explain? You made a fool of yourself this time. Do you know what other teachers say about our class? Do you know what the headmaster said about our class? They say our class has no organizational discipline at all! You will never be asked to do anything again? I can't trust you anymore! " The teacher's words, like thousands of steel needles, hurt my heart. And the teacher doesn't understand that it's not my fault! My self-esteem was greatly hurt! My whole person suddenly collapsed and my heart was broken. I rely on my own ability to gain the trust of my teachers, but why do so many students embarrass me just because of a little jealousy? The teacher criticized me indiscriminately again. I am wronged, I am innocent! I shouted in my mind. I don't know how many tears I shed that day. Those are wronged tears, heartbreaking tears!